The Following Years in Love

The Older You Are, the More Memories You Have...

Hello, everyone! I am excited to be back with Chapter 3 of The Following Years in Love. I apologize for not updating last week, as I was very sick, and needed lots of rest. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and as always, please RATE, REVIEW, and FOLLOW this story if you like it so far.

Jordan's POV:

The mild temperatures of September drifted by, and brought on the cooler month of October. Catherine has adjusted to kindergarten beautifully, and was learning new things everyday.

Our days as a family were quite uneventful, however they were filled with love and bliss. There were hardly any times where I felt unhappy, however, feelings of sadness and gloom seemed to fill my life today.

It's seven in the morning, and I am sitting up in bed next to Nick. Usually this wouldn't be too out of the ordinary, however, with each new day, I'm usually pretty happy, and excited to be with my husband and daughter. Today, was different. Today, October 7th, 1927, I am 30 years old. It sounds so old to say that I'm thirty. Sure, I've accomplished a thing or two in my time, but time just seems to be going by so quickly. It feels like just yesterday that I was a young golfer who was courting the ever so handsome Nick Carraway. That, was five years ago, and I have a four year old daughter to prove it.

I grabbed the hand mirror on my nightstand and began to inspect my face. Gosh, I look so damn old. I didn't have prominent wrinkles, but fine lines were slowly beginning to make a permanent expression on my skin. My alabaster complexion certainly isn't what it used to be. No white hairs seemed to be visible, but with time going by so quickly, my hair will practically be white by tomorrow.

All of my pondering seems to have woken up Nick. I looked down at him next to me, and I simply couldn't understand. He was so damn gorgeous for 34! He still looked like that 29 year old that I met in 1922. His tanned skin, and defined arms, all the way up to his golden brown locks. He was the definition of sex appeal.

He was laying on his stomach, with his head turned towards me, with his head propped up on his forearms. His eyes looked up at me, and a big grin appeared on his face. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, and gave me the most tender kiss for seven o'clock in the morning.

"Happy birthday, darling."

I tried to muster a smile, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you, love."

I cozied myself up to him, and he wrapped his arm around me. As old as I felt, I certainly know that I'm loved.

Our hands interlocked, and we remained pretty quiet. But, Nick being Nick, could tell that something was on my mind.

"Penny for your thoughts, birthday girl?" He said with a classic Nick Carraway grin.

I couldn't help but smile.

"Well, your old maid of a wife is just a little tired I guess."

Nick laughed and replied; "Well I don't seem to recall being married to and old maid. My wife is the most gorgeous woman on the planet, and has a dazzling personality to match."

"Oh Nick, be serious. I'm thirty years old! I'm not exactly that young girl you married."

He brought my hand to his lips, and looked straight into my eyes and said; "You're as beautiful as the day I met you. Maybe even more so. I love you with my whole heart my Jordie, and I always will."

He is just too sweet. I placed another kiss to his lips, and wrapped my arms around his neck so that we could cuddle.

As our bodies were intertwined, he took the hand mirror from my lap, and put it in front of my face to see my reflection.